We've all had nightmares. Simple. What was your worst experience in a nightmare? Mine happened last year, in July.
I was at elementary school. In the dream, though, I was in eighth grade, which would be in the middle school. And there were preschoolers there too. The school was different. The halls and rooms were bigger, the walls were mostly bare, and some rooms were gone. I was talking to some preschoolers, when I went to the bathroom. When I came back, everyone was crowded around there. The kids were all dead. I didn't see the bodies, but I knew they were murdered. Suddenly, everyone screamed and ran away. A man holding a bloody axe stood in front of me. I ran downstairs and back up the back stairwell. I was being chased. Everywhere I went, I saw blood. Just blood. Then running up one of the stairways, I one my friend's mom. She said, "My son was killed. I don't want this to happen to you. The killer only kills right-handed people." Then the killer came up the stairs. I ran. Finally, the police broke in. I somehow saw it unfold. The secretaries were being held hostage. The killer killed the secretaries, then the police, and ran downstairs. The police came up to my floor, and rescued me and some of my classmates and other kids, as well as a teacher. The policemen took us out and set us on the playground. The school was on fire. Several minutes later, the school was completely gone. No one else came out. No teachers, o kids, no police, and not the killer. He had been subdued, but at the cost of over 300 people. As I woke up, I realized that they were all dead. My friends were all gone.
Gives me the chills to this very day. So, what are some of your experiences?
I was at elementary school. In the dream, though, I was in eighth grade, which would be in the middle school. And there were preschoolers there too. The school was different. The halls and rooms were bigger, the walls were mostly bare, and some rooms were gone. I was talking to some preschoolers, when I went to the bathroom. When I came back, everyone was crowded around there. The kids were all dead. I didn't see the bodies, but I knew they were murdered. Suddenly, everyone screamed and ran away. A man holding a bloody axe stood in front of me. I ran downstairs and back up the back stairwell. I was being chased. Everywhere I went, I saw blood. Just blood. Then running up one of the stairways, I one my friend's mom. She said, "My son was killed. I don't want this to happen to you. The killer only kills right-handed people." Then the killer came up the stairs. I ran. Finally, the police broke in. I somehow saw it unfold. The secretaries were being held hostage. The killer killed the secretaries, then the police, and ran downstairs. The police came up to my floor, and rescued me and some of my classmates and other kids, as well as a teacher. The policemen took us out and set us on the playground. The school was on fire. Several minutes later, the school was completely gone. No one else came out. No teachers, o kids, no police, and not the killer. He had been subdued, but at the cost of over 300 people. As I woke up, I realized that they were all dead. My friends were all gone.
Gives me the chills to this very day. So, what are some of your experiences?